I'll Ay Ca' In By Yon Town.

Tune - "I'll gae nae mair to yon town."



I.

    I'll ay ca' in by yon town,
        And by yon garden green, again;
    I'll ay ca' in by yon town,
        And see my bonnie Jean again.
    There's nane sall ken, there's nane sall guess,
        What brings me back the gate again;
    But she my fairest faithfu' lass,
        And stownlins we sall meet again.

II.

    She'll wander by the aiken tree,
        When trystin-time draws near again;
    And when her lovely form I see,
        O haith, she's doubly dear again!
    I'll ay ca' in by yon town,
        And by yon garden green, again;
    I'll ay ca' in by yon town,
        And see my bonnie Jean again.

Robert Burns

Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. Born on January 25, 1759, in Alloway, he is best known for works such as 'Auld Lang Syne,' 'Scots Wha Hae,' and 'A Red, Red Rose.' He passed away on July 21, 1796, in Dumfries.

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O, Wat Ye Wha's In Yon Town.

Tune - "I'll ay ca' in by yon town."



Chorus.

    O, wat ye wha's in yon town,
        Ye see the e'enin sun upon?
    The fairest dame's in yon town,
        That e'enin sun is shining on.

I.

    Now haply down yon gay green shaw,
        She wanders by yon spreading tree;
    How blest ye flow'rs that round her blaw,
        Ye catch the glances o' her e'e!

II.

    How blest ye birds that round her sing,
        And welcome in the blooming year!
    And doubly welcome be the spring,
        The season to my Lucy dear.

III.

    The sun blinks blithe on yon town,
        And on yon bonnie braes of Ayr;
    But my delight in yon town,
        And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair.

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My Heart Was Ance.

Tune - "To the weavers gin ye go."


I.

    My heart was ance as blythe and free
        As simmer days were lang,
    But a bonnie, westlin weaver lad
        Has gart me change my sang.
            To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids,
                To the weavers gin ye go;
            I rede you right gang ne'er at night,
                To the weavers gin ye go.

II.

    My mither sent me to the town,
        To warp a plaiden wab;
    But the weary, weary warpin o't
        Has gart me sigh and sab.

III.

    A bonnie westlin weaver lad,
        Sat working at his loom;
    He took my heart as wi' a net,
        In every knot and thrum.

IV.

    I sat beside my warpin-whee...

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Ca' The Yowes.

I.

    Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
    Ca' them whare the heather growes,
    Ca' them whare the burnie rowes -
        My bonnie dearie!
    Hark the mavis' evening sang
    Sounding Cluden's woods amang!
    Then a faulding let us gang,
        My bonnie dearie.

II.

    We'll gae down by Cluden side,
    Thro' the hazels spreading wide,
    O'er the waves that sweetly glide
        To the moon sae clearly.

III.

    Yonder Cluden's silent towers,
    Where at moonshine midnight hours,
    O'er the dewy bending flowers,
        Fairies dance so cheery.

IV.

    Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
    Thou'rt to love and heaven sae dear,
    Nocht of ill may come thee near,
        My bo...

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Bonnie Lassie, Will Ye Go.

Tune - "The birks of Aberfeldy."


Chorus.

    Bonnie lassie, will ye go,
    Will ye go, will ye go;
    Bonnie lassie, will ye go
        To the birks of Aberfeldy?

I.

    Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
    And o'er the crystal streamlet plays;
    Come let us spend the lightsome days
        In the birks of Aberfeldy.

II.

    The little birdies blithely sing,
    While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
    Or lightly flit on wanton wing
        In the birks of Aberfeldy.

III.

    The braes ascend, like lofty wa's,
    The foamy stream deep-roaring fa's,
    O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws,
        The birks of Aberfeldy.

IV.

    The hoary cliffs a...

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Sweet Closes The Evening.

Tune - "Craigie-burn-wood."


Chorus.

    Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
        And O, to be lying beyond thee;
    O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep
        That's laid in the bed beyond thee!

I.

    Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-burn-wood,
        And blithely awaukens the morrow;
    But the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn-wood
        Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.

II.

    I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
        I hear the wild birds singing;
    But pleasure they hae nane for me,
        While care my heart is wringing.

III.

    I canna tell, I maunna tell,
        I darena for your anger;
    But secret love will break my heart,
     ...

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Blythe Hae I Been.

Tune - "Liggeram Cosh."



I.

    Blythe hae I been on yon hill
        As the lambs before me;
    Careless ilka thought and free
        As the breeze flew o'er me.
    Now nae langer sport and play,
        Mirth or sang can please me;
    Lesley is sae fair and coy,
        Care and anguish seize me.

II.

    Heavy, heavy is the task,
        Hopeless love declaring:
    Trembling, I dow nocht but glow'r,
        Sighing, dumb, despairing!
    If she winna ease the thraws
        In my bosom swelling,
    Underneath the grass-green sod
        Soon maun be my dwelling.

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